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Late into the night, way past any reasonable time for two junior bracers to be awake, a mysterious traveling musician, and the silver streak were living it up over a bottle of the finest wine the Kingfisher Inn had to offer.
Scherazard’s brilliantly green eyes bore into Olivier, as the traveling bard grew increasingly more drunk, and flustered…
“Cmonnn, you can’t be tapping out already, you wuss~”
“We’vee barely made it through our second bottle yet~”
”You can’t be throwin in the towel now!”
With his face planted directly on the table, with it being as red as an Attack 3 quartz, Olivier manages to mutter, “Schera… Please.. I sincerely doubt my liver can take much more at this rate…”
With a playful grin, Scherazard jeers, “Oh, don’t think that you’ll be able to get away from this by fishing for some pity~”
With his face somehow even more red than before, he mutters “Oh, but can I atleast have something to quell my roaring stomach that's NOT alcohol?
With a huff, Schera begrudgingly says “Ughh, I shuppose you can.”
“Exchuse me sir?”
The waiter walks up to their table and very politely asks, “Yes, is there anything that I can do for you?”
Oliver slowly peels his head off of the table, and very drearily says, “I would like a Cheese Risotto, and a dish of Sea ‘Bubbles’ for the lady”.
”I’ll have that right to you sir.”
With a polite bow, the waiter walks off.
With the waiter gone, Schera immediately starts pestering Olivier to start drinking again, “Now, schtop being succh a wuss and keep drinking with me!”
With a pathetic sounding moan, Olivier manages to grunt out, “I really don’t think I can handle anymore liquor before my liver takes a sabbatical to Gehenna…”
Schera scowls “Oh, shut it. I know that you lashted wayyy longer than this when you drank with Aina... Do you just like her more than me or something??”
Olivier shudders, “Oh heavens no, and I thought I asked you to never bring up that night again.. and the only reason why my liver was able to take so much abuse was due to how much more challenging to gauge how intoxicated you are when someone as tolerant as Aina is drinking with you.”
Feeling slightly offended, Schera fires back, ”Oh, so I’m a lightweight now?! Just because my liver isn't a bottomless pit like Aina's doesn't mean you have to quit on me like that!”
While the two of them continue their conversation, the waiter quietly makes his way to their table.
"Your food, sir."
"Thank Aidios…" Olivier mutters as he begins to tuck into his meal.
Upon seeing the food, Schera says ”Oh good, something to go with the rest of this bottle. You'd better be ready to finish this one with me by the time we're done eating!"
As the two of them started on their meals, a multitude of stories, and much laughter was shared between the two, accompanied with much slurring, as well as laughter, filling the night with their warmth.